The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

The Best, Biggest, Craziest Gig To Ever Gig

And when the lights start flashing like a photo booth
And the stars exploding
We'll be fireproof
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As soon as the words had left Melissa's mouth, Allison had jumped straight into Scott's arms, and he clumsily spun her around, their limbs flailing in all directions. They hadn't heard from Cora in what felt like forever, and playing gigs seemed like a distant dream. The two couldn't believe it was finally happening again.

Melissa had given them more details - rushed, because the two teens were dancing around the kitchen in anticipation - and Scott let out an excited whoop. Immediately, the whole room erupted into a celebration of jumping and singing and brainstorming.

Once their excitement had eased up a bit, he'd called Cora back, expecting it to be that they had been invited back to the House of Blues, but she had news for him that his mom hadn't known, or at least hadn't told him. The gig was much bigger than that. They were asked to play on a TV . A really televised, official TV show.

And not just any show. They were asked to play on Good Morning, America.

Good Morning Fucking America.

Scott nearly vomit in his mouth when he heard Cora's words, and asked her to repeat them about six times before believing her.

Apparently, she'd been sending videos of them out for a while, and some big-shot fell in love with the "misfit teens in ripped up jeans," as he eloquently put it, from a small town in California.

When he told Allison, tears had leaked from her eyes and she had covered him in kisses, despite the fact that his mother was right there. She was too happy to care.

When Stiles heard, he buried himself into Scott's arms as quickly as he could to hide his tears. He and Scott had been best friends their entire lives, and seeing how far they'd come made them both emotional, truth be told.

Lydia, on the other hand, just screamed until Allison eventually had to tell her to shut up, because they couldn't play with broken eardrums.

Normally, once the excitement of a new gig wore off, rehearsals would begin to feel tedious under Stiles's critical eye, but this time, the garage was buzzing with energy every day. New ideas were pitched and taken with open-minded consideration, and they really fell into the groove that they had once had as a young band.

One of the biggest new ideas came from Stiles, who suggested that they up their game as far as fashion went, and that they should each try to develop a personal style different from that of their daily lives. Of course, when Lydia caught wind of this, she was like a dog with a bone, and dragged Scott and Allison to the mall despite their endless protests.

In Scott's opinion, a single minute in a mall was more tiring then hours of practicing his drums, and Allison didn't really feel up to spending a lot of money on clothes.

However, Scott was okay with having his girlfriend model for him.

Allison was stepping into a dressing room way in the back of a small boutique that Lydia had found when Scott had grabbed her hand and locked their eyes, "Can I come in?"

She bit her lip and blushed before glancing around to see if anyone was watching. Satisfied with the fact that only their friends were around, she pulled him inside after her and placed the mountains of clothes Lydia had picked out on the rack.